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An Except from Chapter 11
The woman's long slim fingers were beautifully manicured, they were tanned light gold and contrasted subtly with the dark cream coloured penis they were holding. Remaining still for a moment she enjoyed the pulsing and expanding of the living object her ministrations were causing. Slowly and sensuously her hand moved the outer skin up and down. The man, head thrown back with eyes closed, moaned softly, he desperately wanted her hand to move faster, but, sensing his need, the woman continued her tantalisingly slow caress. The penis was now fully erect. The head, an expanding ball of purple frustration. The foreskin was fully back and the head so enlarged that the skin was unable to return to its normal protective position. A tiny globule of lubricant appeared at the tip of the member. Changing tactics, the woman used the tip of her forefinger, spreading the natural oil around the glans in tiny circles, with an incredibly light touch, causing the slippery substance to cover the entire surface. Again the man groaned, the woman now felt her own moisture start and pressed her thighs together to control the need she felt in her most secret place. The man slid his hand under her skirt feeling her thighs part slightly as though in welcome. His fingers explored beyond her light panties to find warm moistness. His emotions almost overcame his common sense, he desperately needed to enter this woman now. The woman's vagina lips were swelling and hungrily parting to the man's caress. Her breasts were aching, involuntarily she squeezed his penis, the man gasped, and could wait no longer. Frantically half closing his zip they both left their seats, rushing down the aircraft isle, uncaring for the curious and knowing glances of the other passengers, some were censorious, others envious, all were astonished. Two stewardesses exchanged neutral glances, then shrugged and went about their business. The couple rushed into the aircraft's tiny rest room, slamming the door closed, the man urgently reached under her skirt and tore away the filmy panties. The woman was breathing heavily and with half closed eyes, raised her leg to allow the flimsy to fall, his hand explored her waiting sex. Panting, she reached for his trouser fastening and then bulging zip. Opening it she plunged her hand into his under-shorts and found the impatient, massive, hungry penis throbbing with anticipation, a lion waiting to pounce. It took but a moment to remove his shorts and the instrument of rapture sprang unfettered upwards, seeking its destiny. For a moment each regarded the others sex, then their lips met in a frenzy of hunger and lust. With tongues intertwined and hard heaving breasts thrust forward, the woman's legs parted as she reached for the huge, up-curving member that she wanted more than life itself. Oh God, it had been such a long time. The man placed his serpent at the threshold and without hesitation slid his member up into the welcoming dark heaven that seemed too small to accommodate this living, blissful creature. She gasped, it was almost too much to bear. The pain merged into a pleasure sensation, it was like nothing she had ever experienced before. For a few moments the man remained still, savouring the ecstatic sensation that assailed him, then slowly he moved to and fro, the stroke increasing in length, then the tempo increasing. The man moaned as he clutched the tight buttocks of his lover, drawing her ever closer. Beyond the bulkhead, a few inches away, air rushed past at five hundred miles per hour. There were a few bumps as the machine rode disturbances in the air, all went unnoticed except the steady, urgent thrust of the man's hard penis. The woman gasped, she felt her climax approaching, Oh God, Oh God, then with a few final full thrusts it was over, they both climaxed. She over and over in a torrent of ecstasy and sublime joy welcoming the pulsating seeds that entered her body in a series of urgent rushes. Holding his entire length in her body, she locked her ankles behind the man's back, his arms were like bands of steel around her as she clung to this man who had caused such unbelievable sensations. Slowly the fires died, embers glowed as muscles relaxed leaving a warm happy joy, tears of contentment rolled down her cheeks as she held her lover, never, ever wanting this moment to end. "I don't even know your name" the woman whispered, "It's Marquand, Leslie Marquand, and you are?" With a throaty croak, she answered, giving her real name," My name's Janet Hughes." ... |
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Mile High by Barrie James |